A small wine shop adjacent to an aquarium supplier and a bowling alley conceals a shockingly large, bare-raftered lounge, outfitted with a clutter of benches, couches, aggressively mismatched light fixtures and a table with a sink in the middle of it. There are attached a game room, with foosball, pool and a corny fake fireplace, and a tiny dining room (although no food is served). The burgundy-walled space bears a strong resemblance to a student-run cafe at a small university, complete with bad singer-songwriters and amateurish art for sale. But those cafes don't usually host belly dancing nights, and they don't serve a nice tawny port for $10.